Nobody warned me. So I built the things I needed.
Nyth started with one bad night. It grew into a whole range, because menopause never stops at one problem.
Where it started
At 47, my body stopped telling me what it was doing.
It came in pieces, and none of them announced themselves. My periods stopped being periods and started being ambushes. I'd wake at 3am soaked and freezing. I laughed at something on the telly and had to go and change. I started wearing black every day, checking before I stood up, working out where the loo was the moment I walked into a room. Nobody had told me any of this was coming.
What I was told
"It's just your age." I heard that a lot.
I did the exercises. I waited for appointments. I was handed a leaflet and told to come back in six months. Not one person said the thing I actually needed to hear, which was: yes, this is real, and here's what you can do about it today. Meanwhile my life was getting smaller by the month.
What I gave up
I cancelled my gym class and never rebooked it.
Then the walks got shorter. Then I stopped saying yes to things that were more than an hour from home. It's never one big decision. It's a hundred small ones, and you don't notice how much you've given up until you look back and realise you haven't done the thing you loved in two years.
The penny drop
Nothing worked, and it wasn't because I'd chosen badly.
Cooling nightwear fought the heat and left me shivering in my own sweat. Period pants were built for blood, thick and slow, so a sudden leak just ran off the sides. Pads shifted and I never quite knew. Every single thing I'd bought had been designed for a body that wasn't mine. Nobody had started from a woman in her forties whose body had begun doing several things at once.
What I built
One problem at a time, I made the things that didn't exist.
First the nightdress, in real bamboo, that lifts the sweat off your skin and dries before the cold sets in. Then the leak-proof knickers, built for a sudden leak in seconds rather than a slow flow over hours, with the padding running the full way up, front and back. Each one came from a specific night, or a specific morning, when I'd thought: someone should have made this.
Where it's going
Menopause doesn't stop at one problem. Neither will we.
There's more coming, because there's more that nobody has made properly yet. Everything Nyth builds starts the same way: something I needed and couldn't find, made for a body that's changing, by someone whose body changed too.
My promise
I won't tell you we fix it. We're what gets you through it.
Nothing you wear can stop a flush or fix your bladder, and I'll never pretend otherwise. Keep doing your exercises, keep pushing your GP, keep taking your treatment. But don't put your life on hold while you wait for it to work. That's what Nyth is for. Every order comes with 60 days to try it, and if it lets you down we'll refund you in full.